No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.

In reading some books we occupy ourselves chiefly with the thoughts of the author; in perusing others, exclusively with our own.